perhaps one day I'll be like sea glass,
the roughness smoothed out of me
worn by years and the grit of a life
that whisks you into the unknown,
tossing through the waters of time
and I'll wash up to my destiny,
not broken but beautiful.
the roughness smoothed out of me
worn by years and the grit of a life
that whisks you into the unknown,
tossing through the waters of time
and I'll wash up to my destiny,
not broken but beautiful.
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